Monday, November 29, 2010
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Monday, November 22, 2010
I Want A Kitten So Badly It's Not Even Funny
This is my least favorite time of year- all the bands go into hibernation leaving us lowly listeners alone.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Saturday, November 13, 2010
It's A Circle, A Mean Cycle
Why is it the story of my life that I only like people that live hundreds of miles away from me?
Friday, November 12, 2010
But Can You Really Blame Me?
I cut school to watch NCIS "Cote's Birthday" marathons on USA just to see Cote de Pablo.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
I'm Wearing My Hair Justin Beiber Style, And It Looks Fantastic
I'm failing school.
That will be all.
That will be all.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Thursday, November 4, 2010
T-Minus 18 Hours
I'm cutting all my hair off tomorrow. I'm panicking. Like, freaking out. I'm going to cry tomorrow. Oh boy. I'm making my best friend come with me so I wont be able to chicken out. [:
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Ew.
Why do I get into fights with my mom EVERY DAY about lesbian stereotypes. She thinks that "masculine" is a synonym for "lesbian." I think I should show her Portia de Rossi and ask if she's masculine. Or maybe I'll show her the entire cast of The Real L Word... except Mikey. I just frickin' hate how ignorant she can be.
Preheat the Oven at 350 Degrees
I've decided that "cookie cutter" really is the best way to describe my town. The following description of my town is based on large majority and does not, admittedly, account for all of its people. (cue Law and Order sound affects)
The people in my town are one and the same. They're either Jewish or Italian or both. They get drunk and high and party on the weekends. They're either book smart with no common sense or just dumb all around. They either go to a)Michigan State, b)SUNY Binghamton, or c)Nassau Community College.
Then there are those "cookies" that never look like the others. These are the ones that have deformed legs or are smaller or not as fluffy as the other ones and tend to be made from scraps of dough. These kids dare to be different and are generally abused for it.
The end.
The people in my town are one and the same. They're either Jewish or Italian or both. They get drunk and high and party on the weekends. They're either book smart with no common sense or just dumb all around. They either go to a)Michigan State, b)SUNY Binghamton, or c)Nassau Community College.
Then there are those "cookies" that never look like the others. These are the ones that have deformed legs or are smaller or not as fluffy as the other ones and tend to be made from scraps of dough. These kids dare to be different and are generally abused for it.
The end.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
So Today...
Today I went to the hair salon with my mom to make an appointment to get it cut, and I showed the picture of the style I want (see previous post) to my mom. Her first reaction, I kid you not, was to say, "Is this your way of coming out as a dyke?" I had to awkwardly laugh that one off by saying, "Haha, yeah. I'm coming out of the closet via haircut. Ha...ha...ha..." All was fine until I expressed my fear of what my class mates would say. My mom thinks that they'll "Whisper and be like, 'Look at Samm. What a dyke.'" Thanks mom. I get that she's not trying to be offensive, but really. Enough is enough.
Then things really got awkward when she started to make fun of Tegan Quin and I jumped to her defense with something along the lines of, "Mom! Stop making fun of her! She's the love of my life." To which my mom responded, "I thought you weren't a lesbian?" To which I did not respond.
I should just come out.
Then things really got awkward when she started to make fun of Tegan Quin and I jumped to her defense with something along the lines of, "Mom! Stop making fun of her! She's the love of my life." To which my mom responded, "I thought you weren't a lesbian?" To which I did not respond.
I should just come out.
Monday, November 1, 2010
A Very Nice Surprise.
I was flipping through the December issue of Alternative Press Magazine, when whose face do I see looking up at me? TEGAN QUIN'S! They had a mini article about her and her guitars, but more importantly, she looked gorgeous. I got very excited. I'll quote my mom here: "Who's that guy?" No mom, just no.

And in case you care, the bottom right corner says:
THE BREAKDOWN
Musician: Tegan Rain Quin
Band: Tegan and Sara
Guitars Owned: 15
Favorite Gear:Late-60's Gibson Melody Maker Guitar
Owned Since: 2006

And in case you care, the bottom right corner says:
THE BREAKDOWN
Musician: Tegan Rain Quin
Band: Tegan and Sara
Guitars Owned: 15
Favorite Gear:Late-60's Gibson Melody Maker Guitar
Owned Since: 2006
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